Fantasy Are you tired of sipping Crab Coladas? (Pirate RP) (Always Open)

[Kylesar1]

Demestral Asella
Andouphe- Docks​

Score! With Fergie as the Quartermaster, the crew had as much of a down-to-earth bridge between her and them as they could get. Since the Mozreliun fight, Demi had been feeling slightly insecure. Like it or not, she had demonstrated strength able to melt through
"I'm ever grateful for your support, Sebas. Past and present," Demi said with a smile. In true noble fashion, she bowed at the waist in respect to him.
"Now it's my turn to say drop the formalities," He responded with a chuckle, brushing it off. "You're my sister in arms." It always made her happy to hear those words, but they were now doubly so when they came out of the mouths of Sebas and Fergie. If there were 2 people she would hesitate to destroy if Elewynn gave the order to, it would be them. I am their sister in arms, she thought. I pray I never have to take the blade to you, Sebas. Though you
When Bogrum offered his congratulations and gave his own hopeful words, she was happy that she had won his confidence as well without it being laced with fear. "Good luck yourself, Captain," Demi said, returning the salute as snappy as possible, "If you need anything, I will assist to the best of my ability. No more formalities from you either." Demi was more than
"My Lady, your belongings have been moved to the Captain's Quarters." Her faithful maid had sat by quietly until there was a slight pause
"Right..... Then let's move." It was time for business. "Fergie, I will give you a back brief later."

Demi took her leave from the group. She had a ship to oversee effective immediately and she needed to get moving. Time to go from Squad Leader of the Beast Riders to the Captain of the Hackle. She also needed to bestow onto the Deputy Squad Leader the position of Squad Leader

Sebas Deadeye
Andouphe-Docks -----------> The Canine Captain's Quarters​

"Yeah, we have to do a passdown of captain shit," Sebas told Bogrum, "Luckily since I'm here with you taking only a slight demotion, this passdown will be pretty easy." It took a lot to pass down a ship from the outgoing captain to the incoming captain. Demi had it easy since she would be the inaugural captain of the Hackle. Bogrum had it easy since his quartermaster was the former captain so he had all the time in the world to get the orc spun up on how to run one of these ships.

Nancy came over and inquired how to help in the transition. He was offering a body, so Sebas wouldn't hold back in putting him to work. "We do indeed. Let's go," Sebas told Nancy and started walking. His destination was the Captain's quarters of the Canine so he could move his stuff. It wasn't a far move by any means. "Be thinking about your alchemy shit and your needs. I'll not bother learning about it, but you'll be the teacher if either of the girls ask questions."

He flicked his crystal twice. Sebas to Nancy, he said over the crystal, not bothering to see if Nancy received it. He did. The Goddess was who gave him the signature so there was zero doubt. Listen, your beef with the Goddess is yours, he told Nancy, before reverting back to his own voice while they walked. "I'll not mention Her. I'll not pass any messages to you from Her, and I will only bring Her up when it's necessary." This was a win-win because Sebas didn't communicate with the Goddess unless absolutely necessary. He'd give his prayers in tribute for what she did for Lostro, but never would Sebas feel like the Goddess was the way to go for him, especially after what's been done with Nancy.
The duo made it to the room. "You start moving Orabelle's stuff. She's off with Doc. Lostro can move all her stuff at the same time, so that's what she'll be doing." Ora's stuff was mostly religious stuff and books on Holy Magic and others on Water Magic.

"You'll be sleeping in the Quartermaster's Suite with us." Sebas didn't have a bed prepared for Nancy, but he would get Nancy either a cot or a hammock in one of the corners. "I'll get you a cot or a hammock or something so you're not on that stale-ass wooden floor." He tapped on Ora's large tank full of Holy Water. It alone would take up an entire wall of a room. This cost quite a lot to get made, though the water was free, courtesy of the little one being able to generate it herself. "This is Ora's bed. It must be moved with far too much strength for me to do so we'll be getting either Naka to move it, or we'll get some mage to move it," he explained, "In general, you will check the tank for cleanliness on a daily basis while she is NOT in the tank. Ora generally keeps it clean, but you will be the adult to verify its cleanliness. I'll show you how later." The Holiness in the water generally kept the water treated in purified, but once it fell below a certain threshold, the water had to be drained and refilled. For cleanliness, Ora is a child, and a Triton nonetheless. Fish weren't exactly known for etiquette in where to poop and piss in the waters they swam in. The best solution was to keep the water treated to prevent having to drain it often. While Ora generally learned to do her business like everyone else, that sort of went away when she was in the tank. The concept of "soiling herself" only existed when she was moving among landwalkers and wearing landwalker clothes. That being said, she did her business before bedtime so the issue wasn't prolific enough to be a big deal. There was also the general body oils and BO that came with living. She wasn't required to bathe before bed, since the tank would cleanse her entirely overnight. However, not bathing before bed would contribute to having to clean the tank more often. It was a matter of cleaning yourself now or taking the pain in the ass time to drain the tank later.

"When we're done and settled in the new room, get a list of basic alchemy shit so I can get that stuff for you. If you're not working, I'll need you NOT attached to my hip while I am." Sebas was a man of business. If there wasn't a task to be worked on, he wanted to be left alone. Plus, getting Nancy his necessities would give him some form of familiarity in this unfamiliar world on this unfamiliar ship full of unfamiliar people away from the few familiar people he knew.


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WARNING: SETTING SAIL IMMINENT (2 POSTS)

The ships were loaded up quickly, and the pirates choosing their living places. Those in the bay chose their hammock or cot, and their place in the bay. Those given their own rooms chose their rooms unless specially assigned to them (ie. the Quartermaster's quarters). The ship's supplies were inventoried, bad food sent back to be replaced. Lattice took extra care in setting up Demi's quarters as closely to the original as possible. The Beast Wing had its own wing of the ship just like with The Canine. Only this time, the Hackle would hold ALL beasts. Ash and Mama Bear had to manage the things on the largest ship effective immediately and had little time for passdown from the outgoing quartermaster. It make her wonder why the hell weren't one of Adonis's circle serving as the Quartermaster if one of his circle was serving as co-captain. Still, if Ash weren't used to running around and thinking quickly, she would be swimming with cement shoes in trying to figure out what to do, but since her specialty was in the troops, she took to it.

Sebas and Nancy got the Quartermaster's Room picked up and moved. It wasn't far since they were on the same ship, and Sebas was conscious enough to not pack out his Captain's Quarters, so the moving was smooth. Lostro came by later to move all her stuff far faster than Sebas and Nancy did, and without breaking a sweat. Steven moved to fulfill the Chaplain position on The Canine, so he moved to the Chaplain's Quarters, clearing the room of the departed Chaplain and then ritually burning the more personal belongings he had, a symbol of sending his things so he could have them in his afterlife. He noticed that the Chaplain served Altalune, Goddess of the Full Moon, so he just performed the last rites to Altalune to ensure She received her follower's belongings. Now he had a neat new room.

Meanwhile, Jack got moved to a new and bigger bay with less people, so all he had to do was move his safe with his belongings. As the sort of "bay leader" he was given relative prime real estate. Duradel's position did not change either, and neither did Kersact. They stayed at the Armory and the Vault respectively. Avery's spot in the Beast Wing of The Canine did not change. He still had every intention of sleeping in Sebas's room, though he did cozy it up once he heard that Nancy would be moving in. A little twinge of jealousy hit him, but he knew Sebas was looking after Nancy. If he fucked a fish before he fucked him, Avery would probably be eating Locathah filet.

Doc had her equipment set up with the help of Orabelle. Her staff had everything they needed, and her position didn't change. The Chief Medic of the Basenjis. Orabelle was given a little space in the Medical Bay to put more of her stuff and her own little equipment. She had already been sleeping in the bed with Laylah anyways on those particularly busy days where they both ran themselves ragged and Ora couldn't drag herself back to her actual room. She had been given the title of Apprentice Medic, working directly under the tutelage of Dr. Laylah

Nothing changed with Evangeline. She was the Master Enforcer of the Basenjis and ran the Chapel on the Basenji Main Ship. Nothing changed. Her door stayed locked under the penalty of instant death if someone ever entered without permission, as posted on the door. The Chapel itself was open 24/7. Just not Evangeline's Office which doubled as her bedroom like everyone else's spaces. Very few in the Basenjis in one of these specialized positions slept separate from where they worked. A ship's space was finite afterall.

Everyone was almost set to get this next mission on the road
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Deepest Deep Doubt

"Don't worry. There's too much work for me to do to justify pestering you," Nancy was quick to assure. "I'm not a lost puppy. A scared puppy, but not a lost one." The humor of his self-aware jab didn't reach all the way to his face.

This man was inviting a stranger into his home; with his young children, no less. A place for Nancy to sleep away from the crew, and an opportunity to set up his own alchemy table, only in exchange for what sounded like some sort of educational role. It was generosity unfounded. What was Sebas really benefiting from this?

Maybe nothing, Nancy realized. Maybe this was just a task Goddess was employing to keep him in Her sights, and Sebas had no choice but to obey. Of course Sebas wouldn't be passing any messages to him. She excommunicated him. Who was to say nothing was being sent the other way?

She doesn't get to know how I'm doing. A more bitter thought rooted: maybe She didn't care. Maybe all thoughts of him were smote from memory. After all, She had only cried over him one night. Nancy had cried for thousands.


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Bogrum Mazoga
The Canine - Captain's Quarters​

Bogrum wasn't too prideful of a man to admit that he had no idea what he was doing. He'd taken on authoritative roles before joining the Basenjis, but this? The closest thing was when he oversaw the operation of a catapult brigade, which was still very much not like being a captain. He wasn't even calling the shots then, just making sure orders were being followed. He supposed he still would be, with Adonis at the helm of the fleet. Orders had to be passed down. But many of those would be his own.

So because his pride laid in his work, Bogrum was unabashedly eager to let Sebas show him the ropes, an open mind ready to embrace whatever the previous captain had to offer. It was a surprise that the Captain's Quarters had been mostly cleared for him by the time he arrived, even while carrying his own paltry belongings: all of the gear on his back, the money in his purse, and a workbench light enough for an orc to carry. The team effort of Sebas, Lostro, and now Nancy made quick work of that job, save for that huge-ass tank that not even said orc could hope to lift on his own.

And he couldn't help but note Nancy, standing as a part of the group but apart. Distant and withdrawn. If mental pain manifested physically, the Locathah would be limping like a wounded antelope. Bogrum wasn't so sure if someone like Sebas was a good fit to be supporting such a person, but he'd thought the same for Fergie, and the man was her rock (if he was so bold to say).

Nancy passed some sort of list to Sebas before tottering away to a different task, and Lostro was off carrying her books with a hand-wave of magic. Bogrum took the opportunity to ask, "So, Sebas. What advice might you have for a green captain?"

Fergie
The Hackle​

As for Fergie, the more she settled into her new role, the more she felt she would like it. She wouldn't be finding herself at the front of battle like before, but she'd spilled her fair share of blood for a while. Now she was going to make sure these goof-offs didn't get their blood spilled all over that sweet loot they were after. And the loot they had now. Honestly, anywhere else on the ship. Seriously, why was there so much blood on the deck after that Golden Gun celebration? Were the idiots playing Knives or something? What was she thinking, of fucking course they were.

Moving to the Hackle brought a strange sensation. Pulled in several directions, Fergie realized that most everyone she knew well were stationed elsewhere, with the Hackle being a smaller ship. Bogrum and Sebas, gone. Most still in their original place, but Ash moved to the main ship for some reason, leaving Fergie with Demi, Nakaos, and whoever else. Not that she wasn't comfortable with them; they'd proven their merit many times over. But that was comfort in them as reliable crewmates, not as... friends? Was that even applicable?

No matter. Fergie had a crew to get into order, and a back brief to hear. "Oi, Dem," she called, once she caught her new Captain in an idle moment. More like a moment not too busy where any random question would have her train of thought rocketing off the cliff. "Figure out your Co-Captain yet? Wanna know how scared I should be." Given that she didn't back down even when Demi gnashed her Draconic teeth at Adonis, the pixie would have a hell of a time finding such a person.


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Sebas Deadeye
The Canine- Captain's Quarters​

With everything personal but the tank moved out of the quarters, all that left was the huge space for Bogrum's stuff and the documents for the captain. It was worth noting that the furniture was all pristine. Sebas was very good at keeping clean and making sure the girls were also fairly clean. At least as clean as a couple of 9 year olds can be. This, being the captain's quarters, would always be first to get both the finest and the first pick of the furnishings, with the co-captain and quartermaster getting 2nd and 3rd picks respectively.

Spoiler: The Captain's Quarters

The floors of the quarters were a far shot from even the floors of the hallway, which were nigh splintering in certain places and creaked quite a bit in high volume areas like the bays. These floors were a little discolored from the saltwater under boot, or the rare light flooding from having traversed stormy waters. However, while the wood was almost awash in some form of seawater, either from the seas itself or from the touch of boots wet from the sea, the floor scrubbing had kept the stresses of life at a low. As a result, there was nary a creak inside this room. The desk was an elegant mahogany, pristinely shined and well maintained. The drawers slid out easy, and were filled with various documents all neatly arranged. Sebas wasn't a neat freak by any means, but affairs of the ship could be numerous. Under the desk was an small paper bin with a rune inscribed at the bottom. This was an incineration bin, burning to ash anything placed into it and then burning that ash into nothingness, so long as it wasn't a living being or had burn defense enchants. A bin like this could be found in every room with a leader: the Captain, Co-captain, Quartermaster, there was one in the navigation room, and in the offices of everyone who ran a sect of the ship (like Naka and Kersact). In an emergency, these bins were how to keep information out of the hands of the enemy

The bed was a huge king-sized bed with enchanted comforters made to lull the occupants to sleep while healing up their muscle fatigue. The bed, the wardobe, and desk all had a talisman stuck on the side of them. This was a [Talisman: Sticky] which essentially kept the piece of furniture from moving with the ship's sway. The ship could capsize and they wouldn't move so long as the talisman remained stuck. While most other rooms had their stuff nailed to the floor for that purpose, the talisman allowed the occupant to actually move them around, provided they have a replacement talisman

Sebas would miss this room. Many a memory played in his mind from this room. The many nights he held a crying Ora to soothe her from nightmares, the window view of the moon, looking absolutely perfect from above the clouds every night, the long talks he had with Avery, attempting to sing many a song from only the lyrics written in books, having to make up music for the lyrics. The times he came back with every bone in his body screaming and the bed calling his name

But it was time for the next role.

Bogrum asked for advice. Hmph, I could write a book on it, Sebas thought. "Think defensively," Sebas responded quickly before opening one of the drawers and taking out a stack of documents. It went back to his days on the fishing boats. Back in Kaer Lyon, some of the "fish" they had to catch were literal monsters at times. "The biggest piece of advice is to care about the crew more than the crew cares about themselves." He then looked at the Orc from the paper he was looking at. "We are all morons willing to go on a death march against an ancient demon without a second thought.......... but we also don't want to die. It is in that contradiction where YOU, the captain, reside." The contradiction of action and word. No one really wanted to SAY they were scared, so they would charge in with blood pumping, resolved to die but secretly despairing at the thought

"We're a bunch of mentally broken criminals, drowning our trauma in ale, drugs, and the asses of women only presenting it because of the coin we paid them," Sebas continued. This was obvious. You weren't stabbing and shooting people in the face for a living and remaining all there in the head. Sebas wondered just how many pirates on these ships couldn't sleep without drugs or an overdose of liquid courage. "It's not your job to fix a single person on this ship. Your job is to not condemn them to face their sins."

"Every. Single. Decision. That you make needs to be filtered through that lens. You need to tell them that even if they are the scum of the earth, deserving to burn in hell for every bullet they put in someone's face, every time they stuck their dick somewhere it wasn't wanted, every second of celebrating burning down a ship or a village........." Sebas sighed here, getting worked up. This was an uncharacteristic moment of passion, mostly because he wasn't expecting to have it himself. "...........that they are a Basenji and that so long as they draw breath, they can leave this life behind and GO. LEGIT." To Sebas, it was their ultimate goal. Most pirates were malcontents, thrill-seekers, or the self-destructive looking for an involuntary grave. No one wanted to retire doing what they were doing

He looked at the exit. "It's why I took in Nancy. That little fuck was thrown on his ass by the Goddess. To leave him resolved to die is a failure. He's one of us. It's his job to fix himself. It's mine to keep him alive long enough to do it. That's YOU, captain." The captain was a face of defiance. A defiance of the law, a defiance of the civil, a defiance of fate. They didn't have to be angry to be defiant. "The moment you act in hubris is the moment blood is on your hands......... and this is different from the blood of the innocent or the blood of your enemies. Yes, innocent is indeed the worst kind of blood to have. The second? To me? It's the blood of the entrusted, allowing the men who entrust their lives to you to die a premature death because you got a big head." It was something often overlook until it was too late. However, for both Sebas and Bogrum who grew up in Orc society, one of the more underrated qualities of a leader is NOT GIVING THEM a warrior's death. Or at least, not letting them march into a battle thinking that the way they'd be remembered is more important than their lives right here and right now.

"That's my advice," Sebas finished, his face and tone dead serious throughout. "If you care, you will throw yourself into doing whatever it is you need to do. Learn these ship routes, keep up with the inventory, be diplomatic, be fair, don't be afraid to knock the shit out of an insubordinate. STAY. FUCKING HUMBLE. The moment you believe yourself above the crew serving under you is the moment you end up like Adonis." Scathing words for their current master captain, but Adonis's best factor is the fact that he had could get them riches, and that he had an armada, NOT that he was good at being a captain.

"Now, with that done, I suggest thinking about your co-captain. We have to gather the crew anyways, so I'll use that to create a roster for duties."


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Demestral Asella
The Hackle- Deck​

"Ah, Fergie." The woman's voice had become a recognizable oasis, a sudden eye in the ever-raging storm of thoughts that was a normal moment in the pixie's mind. She was asking about a co-captain, which was a damn good question. "I'm still thinking. Let's call the crew together and take a census." She didn't want to leave the crew waiting for too long. She already had a few criteria in mind for who her co-captain should be.

Adonis really threw the pixie for a loop in giving her a ship and crew like that, and her brin. "I'm thinking that the co-captain might need to be fairly normal...... but calm in the face of the storm." She needed someone who could run the ship if she had to take off on Quincy for Air Support. If the captain could keep his calm in the face of a fight, or a storm, they could keep their calm in the face of Draconic Rage. Not that it was a side she ever wanted to show people, feeling like she already showed Fergie WAAAY too much as it was.

The ship bustled with the people still loading and settling a bit, and Demi inspected the activity, surveying the crew and hoping that Adonis chose the right people.........but if not........ If he gave her a trouble crew, she would prove that there was no such thing. Not a trouble crew, but a trouble captain. Demi wanted to steel her resolve.

Spoiler: The Dragon Supreme Wants to Speak

"My child. Do you have a minute?" It was a wise motherly voice filled with compassion, shattering the race to pre-occupy Demi's mind in world record speed. One didn't hear that voice and think of anyone else
"My Liege?!" Demi yelped, startled and invertedly saying it aloud, "Err, sorry Fergie. I got a sudden co-"
"When you get a minute, I would like a Commune with you," Elewynn said, interrupting her. Knowing Elewynn, She believed Herself to be intruding. To be fair, She WAS interrupting the crew onboarding process, but........ to say She was interrupting anything in Demi's life felt like insulting Her. "Carry on. No forcing anything." The line was then severed.

"............." Demi was about to rush off to boot Lattice out of her unfinished room to Commune, but Elewynn must've known and nipped that immediately. Elewynn would be able to tell if Demi blew off her work to Commune, and would admonish her if she ignored the order to not force it. "I guess never mind," she then said, "My Liege reached out to me, but we're busy so she wanted to wait." However, Demi's body clearly gained new anticipation: For every second she spent NOT Communing was a second more Elewynn was waiting, a mounting mistake Demi now wanted to correct. My Liege, why must you be so considerate? she thought. When did kings ever vie to wait for a subject? Elewynn wasn't teasing, was She?

A deep inhale to get herself back together, she had to address her quartermaster. "Can you get the crew together and take a census?" Demi finally asked Fergie. "I want names and the role they play in the crew. We are looking for the role they've played up to this point, NOT the role they WANT to play in this crew." It was not uncommon for pirates to lie about what they could do to try to elevate their position. Demi wanted a resume. "I WILL be crosschecking with rosters from the main ship. Liars will be punished."

"I will conduct the inventory and survey the state of the beasts held on this ship."
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Bogrum Mazoga
The Canine - Captain's Quarters​

Such an impassioned speech! Bogrum took in every word with attentive esteem, silent and still like a soldier hearing the briefing of what might become his final battle. He didn't take Sebas for the ardent type, beyond the throes of combat when keeping his men from dying. Perhaps that was the correlation here.

"I'll take good care of them for you. Don't you worry," he teased, just shy of a wink. Nothing that would diminish the gravity of Sebas's words. "I'm not one to preach the glories of a warrior's death." Bogrum knew too well what it was like to return from war to nothing but the exalted memories of the fallen. And here, on a ship full of convicts? The only ones who would miss them are those who had fought alongside them. It was a death into obscurity. No honorable warrior's tale. Just death, plain and simple.

Mind heavy with this burden, but not lamentably so, Bogrum kept his response brief as he thought over all the duties laid before him. Not a moment to waste simply pondering what Sebas laid out; it was time to apply it and get to work. "I've already got a few candidates in mind. If you gather the crew, I'll have the inventory and weapons looked over."

Fergie
The Hackle - Deck​

Eh? The Dragon Supreme or whoever requested an audience? Well, Her sorry ass could wait then. She was the one requesting it. Fergie didn't understand what all the jittering from Demi was for. Nah. Gods love makin' 'em squirm. Mortals were bugs in the eyes of gods. Who could resist poking with a stick?

"Aye, I'll wrangle 'em up in no time. Won't keep your folks waitin' too long." Long enough to gather an accurate roster. Again, Her sorry ass could wait.

Fergie marched off to make it happen, when a sudden realization hit her. Take a census? Her own sorry ass could barely fucking READ. Godsdammit! Right, being a quartermaster was all about cataloguing and documenting. How the fuck did she overlook that? More importantly, how the fuck was she going to overpass it? Fergie wasn't about to step down because of one setback.

Then all was calm. Easy fix: a secretary. Fergie's muscles loosened as she glanced across the bodies shuffling about the deck, deciding a good candidate. The pool of options was shallow, but she also had to consider reliability. Anyone could lie on behalf of a buddy, and she would be none the wiser until Demi saw the discrepancy. Embarrassing.

Ah. Her gaze settled on one. No ties, no incentives. Basic record-keeping. "Oi, Garret!"
The Kraiven man jolted away from his task, and she saw that his dark, sunken eyes were more dark and sunken than before. "Yes, ma'am?"
"Got a new job for ya. This here dumbass can't read good. Ya said ya can write English, aye?"
"Yes."
"Congrats, yer me new secretary." She waved him along. "Let's get the crew together. I want names and roles put down on paper."
Not a whiff of protest came from the ex-guard, duty and subservience still imprinted in him even after turning away from his people. Nothing to resist, or nothing in him that could. Don't fuckin' kill yerself either, mate. We'll make it get better.


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[Kylesar1]

The crews gathered for the census. This was one of those places where the crew could be made or broken. Taking names and roles were important, but the ever-present hierarchy meant that those in more trusted or important roles were placed in better positions on the ship. It was the difference between sleeping in a sweaty stinky bay, and having your own private room. It was the difference between jumping from ship to ship on dangerous raids, vs inspecting looted food after the fact to see if it were edible enough to cook. A bad cook would make the people sick. Then there were the names. They had to ensure that no one was lying about who they were, because if they were on a wanted list by the Royal Navy, it would get them attacked by naval vessels, leading to casualties. Those guys were doomed to the life of a foot soldier unless they were god-tier in their dealings.

Demi............ was ruthless. The woman, humble as she was, was quick to reject those on her ship for the roles they tried to ask for. Too wanted to be leading anyone. Too scrawny to be loading those big-ass cannonballs. A history of animal abuse so no way in hell they would be working with anything dealing with animals. Too many strikes of bad food to be a cook. Too hated by people on the ship, so it would start a mutiny. A glass eye, so no you're not being on the marksmen squad. A history of arson so you're not being any kind of grenadier. She ran a tight one, and those not qualified she wanted to walk the plank to another ship. She found that plenty of them, even if they didn't have some alarming history regarding the role they tried to ask for, a lot of them lied about who they were. She could sense lies, and man were these people full of lies.

Sebas Deadeye
The Canine- Quartermaster's Quarters​

"What the FUCK, Demi?" He got a lot of requests from the Fae woman, so he established a connection via a seer. Demi was a buzzing bee in his ear, an experience he was too dependent on the salty seas to desire in any part of his at this point. "We're not your hub for rejects." This would be a lot worse if Bogrum were the quartermaster and not him himself
"But I don't trust them, Sebas!" Demi cried. "How am I supposed to run a crew of those I don't trust?"
Typical of new leaders, Sebas thought. "You kill the idea that we are trustworthy in the first place."
".............................."
"We ain't knights." Sebas told her, taking the silence as a nerve struck, "The fuck are you expecting? A third of us are malcontents. Another third? Outlaws. The last third? Slaves or POWs with stockholm." Hell, I killed a kid's parents and now I'm her father, he thought. You chose the wrong one for type of complaint. "Work with what you got, Demi."
"............Can you lend me a few good ones?" She pleaded. Her voice was an uncharacteristic begging voice. Small and, to Sebas, trying to take advantage of her small size and feminine wiles, to get him to acquiesce. This was of course, not a thought he seriously considered. There was no way she was trying deceive him. Demi was just INSANELY honest, and it was obvious that she did not know what she was doing in this regard. That was the benefit of the doubt that Sebas was willing to extend to her
"Not happening," Sebas told her bluntly. Again, he would not become the hub for her rejects. "And I hope that you're not saying this shit aloud. Last thing a crew needs is a captain with obvious zero faith in them. You got Fergie. Trust the judgement of your quartermaster."
"You're right."
"Your job is to steer the ship to glory. The quartermaster's job is to pick those who can do that without a mutiny." Sebas told her. He thought she should know this but apparently she needed. She wouldn't fault her for it. Demi always struck Sebas as a brand new adventurer, no matter how long she was with the crew.
"I will trust in her." Demi finally said
"Demi?"
"Yes?"
"Never lose that honest part of you," he said, straightforward as he was with her as he was with Bogrum. And Fergie at times. "I trust you BECAUSE of your honesty. Your judgement isn't wrong. Just misguided in this case. Find a few to keep closer than others. I guarantee you Fergie is doing that." It was more ignorance than anything keeping Demi back. It was a quick fix, which Demi seemed to catch on to.
"You're right.......... I'm just used to trusting those at my back."
"Still do that," Sebas said with a chuckle, "Just stop comparing us to knights. We don't have some code of honor, so keep your friends VERY close." Sebas didn't know that Demi really needed to hear this information. Seems like regardless of years on this earth, some lessons couldn't be learned on one's own. He had to sigh though. Something about her extreme open honesty just spoke to him. He liked Demi quite a bit, and her almost childlike naivete compared to her power and will to kill was 99% of it. It reminded him a lot of Lostro, though actually somewhat appealing as a woman instead of his adopted daughter. Did he like strong but potentially airheaded women? "Listen, if you have problems, let me know and I'll do a 1 for 1 to kick their ass."
"You don't mind if I call you, right?"
"Better to call than kill," Sebas responded. It feels like talking to a complete newbie, he thought, "I got you, Demi. Please."
"Then............ I will trust Fergie. Until then."
"Until then," Sebas said, unable to contain his chuckle as he said it as he hung up.

Sebas's perception of Demi has INCREASED due to her extreme honesty. She is a complete cupcake, and Sebas can't help but love it More than anyone, her honesty makes her very believable. Her power makes her honesty obvious, because why lie when you're that strong?

Demestral Asella
The Hackle​

The woman had to take a break and call in a friend. Luckily, Sebas was willing to talk. After a long day of rejection after rejection, the pixie had caught a second wind after Sebas's very blunt advice. She couldn't call upon something like Avalon since they would just tell her to trust her judgement. Sebas? Sebas would tell her that her decision was fucking stupid and refuse to go along with it. He may be back to being a quartermaster, but he would never stop wielding the power of a captain, except to yield to his actual captain

"Let's change the approach," Demi said decisively when she made it back to Fergie. "I will look for soldiers," she said, "and I want you to look for specialized roles............ I know not much about those, so I want to entrust those to you," she told Fergie. Demi had extensive leadership roles, but none of those roles were a pirate ship. Malcontents, slaves, and outlaws weren't her strong suit. To be frank, she didn't need a lot of what all these people needed, so the role that fulfilling all of these would play was very likely more important than she could ever actually understand. "If they're not suited to a special role, send them to me." Demi had to follow Sebas's advice. Trust in her quartermaster. They were the bridge between captain and crew. "Sorry I've been too harsh. That changes now. Please have patience with me." It seemed the best way to split all this up without very quickly getting on bad sides.

The new system flowed much better. Fergie and her new secretary assigned all non-combat roles, then sent the rest over to Demi who screened them based on past duties and crew needs. It was tough luck for a lot of those in the foot soldier roles. Demi took on a demeanor very akin to Ash. She wanted these pirates trained, put through the wringer until they could finally tell their dangling balls from a cannonball, not that this ship HASN'T fired people from their cannons before.
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Fergie
The Hackle​

"Aye. I got ya, lass." It seemed that whoever Demi excused herself to call gave her the business, so Fergie left it at that. But covertly, Fergie didn't want to get into a spiel and for Demi to detect the endearment in her tone.

This woman had all the ferocity of the dragons she revered, and it showed in her ruthless criticism of the crew. Though despite her two centuries of experience, she was still so damn green. Maybe those two centuries were of being some sort of honorable knight, because by that perspective, no shit these people weren't suited for half of the roles on the ship. Fergie and her ilk were criminals and assholes with a murderous streak. And honor among thieves? Bullshit.

It was almost cute, but like hell Fergie would let Demi pick up on that. Last thing she wanted was for her captain to think she was belittling her, first day on the job. "The crew's got plenty incentive not to fuck up under the command of Dragon Fire."

Since Fergie fell under the hat of "the crew", she too had plenty incentive not to saddle Demi with skeevy fuckheads. The best she could scrounge up, Demi was getting, with the help of Fergie's hollow-eyed secretary.

Bogrum Mazoga
The Canine​

While Bogrum leaned heavily on the advice of his quartermaster, given his own lack of experience with the crew of the Basenjis, he had no doubt on his mind who he wanted on his right hand.

"Bogrum to Avery." It was a telepathic call, so no risk of eavesdroppers (unless you were a certain witch). "I'm letting you now so I don't put you on the spot in front of the crew. You're my first choice for Co-Captain." Maybe this didn't come as a surprise to the man who led a raid against a demon and won, but Bogrum wasn't one to abandon propriety. The only reason he didn't send Avery to his quarters to talk in person was to avoid attention. "I was given this role for my efforts on the Defense. So I need someone with the Offensive skills to pair with it." Avery can hear the smile in his voice. "Your prudence mirrors my own caution. But someone with your cunning and quick-thinking would combat any hesitation on my part."

With the entire Canine under his command, that came with full responsibility of their fates. Not if-- when people died under his watch, how would Bogrum handle it? If someone wasn't there to push him forward when that heavy weight held him in place, it could serve a death sentence to the whole crew. But regardless of the high casualties, Avery had propelled them to victory.

"I don't wish to pressure you into the role, so let me know now if this isn't what you want. But having you at my side would be a boon to me, and especially the crew. Their faith in you is higher than in almost anyone on this fleet."


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Demestral Asella
The Hackle
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Demi chose more carefully this time around, only ever sending to another ship the few idiots who held stupid beliefs, namely those unwilling to be led by another captain of the same crew, and those who felt it demeaning to be led by a woman. Demi didn't feel offended at any of this, because if the only reason they weren't willing to obey orders were because women were breeding stock in their eyes, their blood was only worth bathing her Blood Goblin's Hat in to activate Redcap. Also, if the captain they would defy her in favor of was Sebas, they would get a rude awakening when she did a 1 for 1 swap with Sebas and Sebas put a boot up their ass and put them on toilet duty.

Regardless, it was done. The roles were chosen and now Demi needed a right-hand. After checking out the entire crew over the course of the census, she finally settled on her choice. A woman stood in conversation with Jack, the newly promoted Grenadier. The duo had about them an air of solidarity about them. In their own world if anything. Standing with Jack was Valaine Auvrey. Some called her Vala. Other's Vivi. Very obviously a vampire from the Pixie's sight, she wondered why Damond allowed her to walk around. It wasn't like she didn't trust vampires, but for how much Damond talked about hating vampires, that would make Ves the second vampire in the Basenjis against Damond's will. It made her wonder if Damond was losing patience for Adonis by the day for allowing them to walk amongst them

Spoiler: Interview with Vala

Still, Vala passed the interview. She has clearly been doing this for a while, has a lot of respect already, and was honest about what it was she wanted. She wanted to kill the enemy and drain their blood.
"I am a vampire," Vala said, "I drink blood. Better to drink that of your enemies than to eat one of our own, correct?" There was nary a waver in her voice speaking of something that could get quite gruesome.
"Are you in control of your bloodlust?"
"Oh yes, honey. I am.........." She leaned in, "I'm like a shark. Once I smell blood in the water, I want it all for myself." These words did not give Demi the vote of confidence she was looking for. However, Vala continued. "Where does that put me? In the front. Spilling theirs or spilling my own. The crew? I cannot have their blood being spilled as I cannot partake." Terrible reasons aside, she said her place was in the fray. She wasn't a coward.
"I need you to speak frankly here, Valaine," Demi told her. "What can you bring me as a member of my crew?"
"I prefer to operate with heavier units. Unstoppable. Domination. My people may be slower, but what they won't do is die to some mere bullet to the head. Not while I'm around anyways."
"Who do you work around?"
"My people? Orcs. The pinnacle of strength and savagery. What Naka does with lizardmen and heavy ship weapons, I do with orcs and close range heavy melee."
Demi was intrigued at these words. A woman being in charge of orcs wasn't exactly uncommon (Warlord Sheris is one of the most prominent ones afterall), but for a non-giant non-orc woman to be in charge was something else. "You run the orcs?"
"Skeptical, are we?" Vala said, sensing the doubt Demi wasn't exactly keeping secret. "I would have preferred other vampires, but............. well orcs are plenty strong, 3rd in strength behind Giants and Trolls. However, one thing they hold in very high regard are strong women......" Vala let it sit for a moment before continuing. "So add in the strength of a vampire and what do you get? A woman who can match them and, with a chug of blood, surpass them."

This was fascinating to hear. So Vala used her ability to gain the strength needed to surpass the orcs to become their boss. Ash had the raw hard work and experience to win the respect of the crew. Naka had the raw physical strength and calculation ability to win the respect of her crew. Vala used simple resourcefulness to push her limits to win over a crew.
"Then I won't take you away from your section. You can lead the heavy units."
"Thank you, love. I'll be on my way now." However before leaving, she offered some parting words. "Think of vampires like this: We've a hunger that can only be prolonged. Never sated. Our hunger is the same as yours, only with a much lower starvation threshold." It was then that Demi realized how on guard she was unfairly being. "My curse is your blessing, if only because you have the power to direct my curse....... And see my nature as a curse to begin with. I don't."

Demi Chooses a Co-Captain

That conversation ringing in her head, Demi wanted Vala as her right hand. That desire to kill, that acknowledgement from the orcs, the desire to keep the team from danger if only to keep the blood to herself, the confidence in self and her nature, and the general lack of magic and Favor making her navigate the world like a human made her perfect.

"Excuse me?" Demi said reluctantly. She didn't want to interrupt, but she didn't have a ton of time here.
"Yeah? Need something captain?" Jack asked, puffing what looked to be an expensive cigar
"Can I borrow Valaine for a second?"
Jack nodded and blew out smoke. "See ya, Vala" he said, flicking his cigarette overboard and walking off. "Next smoke's on you."

That left the duo of women. "Valaine, ca-"
"Vala, dear. Vala or Vivi," the woman interrupted, blowing out smoke from her own cigar. "Now, what further business does the captain have in this neck of the woods?"
"I want you to be co-captain."
That very clearly surprised Vala, as her eyes widened and her body froze, stopping her next puff halfway through. After a moment, Vala closed her eyes and continued her puff. After blowing out more smoke, she finally spoke. "Why would you want someone like me as your co-captain?"
"You're a killer, and even though your motive is questionable, I want you wield it for the benefit of the crew." All Vala wanted was blood, and that was the one thing Demi could promise.
"..........I will become your co-captain on one condition."
Demi internally gulped. She was about to ask for something crazy.
"Unless they are a VIP, no prisoners. And my people are allowed to harvest the bodies."
"Harvest?!"
"Aye," Vala said, pressing forward without missing a beat. "People are walking bloodbags. Blood is my food. Leaving them to rot is wasting food."
Demi's stomach churned at the thought. "Can't you just get an Everquench Canteen and fill it with blood?"
Vala leaned in, her red eyes shining disapprovingly. "Yes, and I suppose man's best friend is only worth feeding bits of dry kibble day in and day out. Or a human can drink water enchanted to provide him nutrients for the rest of his life."
The sarcasm stung. "I'm sorry if I-"
"Listen here," Vala told her, "I'm not some machine you get to feed the same type of oil until the day it churns its last gear. I am a person." Demi had unwittingly stepped on a landmine. Vespera was content drinking from her Everquench Canteen, but clearly Vala was vehemently against the idea. "You get to eat your chickens and cows, yet I'm the bad guy if I drink the blood they spill when you gut it? BULLSHIT! I will loot my food from enemy ships just like you all loot your food, ammo and alcohol........Captain, I WILL get my food. I will not hide who I am." Not an ounce of fear staring down a superior fighter. If anything, it was the look of a woman willing to die fighting. "If you plan on treating me like some deviant to avoid, spare yourself the rejection and find another co-captain."
Demi sighed, clarity coming to mind. She was still treating Vala as some deviant. Whether she was or she wasn't, Demi asked her to be the co-captain, so she needed to get over herself, and do so quickly. "Deal." Like a dislocated arm, the words pushed Demi back into place and it was smooth sailing from there. "Unless they're a VIP, we take no prisoners. One condition."
"Let's hear it."
"No harvesting in front of my crew," Demi decided. There would be no compromise on this. Vampires harvesting bodies would inevitably cause fear in the crew. Demi was not about to have that. "Once we set off after a raid, you can harvest. We will provide you transportation back to the ship after the fact........ And that means you will fight without trying to destroy the enemy ship."
"Deal," Vala accepted, her face lightening up and her smile seeming more genuine than steeled, "Go easy on me as co-captain."
"Not a chance. I will announce your position tonight," Demi fired back, "You have until then to get yourself set." With that, Demi walked off. She struck a beneficial deal. The Hackle would be in sailing some distance beside the Basenji Main Ship and it set the pathing. The Canine was both the first responder and the scout. In an ideal scenario, the Basenji Main Ship won't even bother with an enemy ship as them and the Canine will take care of it

Spoiler: Valaine Auvrey Summary

Valaine Auvrey
"People are walking bloodbags. It's not my fault that blood is my food."
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BASIC INFORMATION
Aliases: Vala or Vivi
Age: Biologically 58; Stopped aging at 26
Gender: Female
Race: Vampire

Valaine Auvrey is over the Orc sector of the ship, which consists of the heavy melee units. She is a vampire, a ruthless killer. Upfront about who she is and what she wants, she is as sadistic as she is masochistic. On the battlefield, this manifests itself as her being a sort of berserker. She has an unholy mixture of the Gluttony Ring Relic, Blood Empowerment and Bloodlust Rage, and backing this all up with a machete so heavy that most others have to wield it with 2 hands, Valaine is an absolute powerhouse

While she possesses an insatiable bloodlust, she never directs it towards her allies. Also, with her general lack of magic, Valaine is as down to earth as the crew she is around. She just has multiple layers of bloodthirst. Don't cross her, and her boot won't be the last thing you see before you're drained of every ounce of blood.

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Avery Valencia
The Canine- Beast Wing- Avery's Quarters​

After the crew dismissed and the meeting adjourned with roles assigned, Avery had gone back into his room to unpack and rearrange his new room. With Sebas being on this ship as quartermaster, this room would be glorified storage. If he were allowed to sleep in Sebas's room, he would take it every time. The room was bigger than a lot of others, being a repurposed stable for smaller animals. It currently smelled of sea water and hay, which were not smells Avery wanted to sleep and wake up smelling like so he would need to clean it and burn some incense. The bed was simple enough. Twin-sized and beat a hammock any day, but he could already tell it was too firm for his liking and upon applying weight, creaked like a haunted house. His cat form was too light to make it creak, so maybe he could sleep in that form........... but he didn't want that. He had heavy associations at this point of his cat form being when he slept in Sebas's room. His ear twitched at the thought of curling up in cat form on an empty perfectly-made bed, NOT feeling the soft rise and fall of Sebas's chest, stomach, or back. Absolutely not! This bed was for his human form only.

"Bogrum to Avery." The rabbit-hole of thought was filled immediately when the new captain called him. Avery patched him through, but before he could respond, Bogrum kept going. He offered Avery the Co-Captain position and gave his reasons. On one hand, Avery wanted a break after leading the crew in the subjugation of Mozreliun. On the other, he would get a different type of peace, and it didn't come from escaping to the Beast Wing when the idiots on board came to beat him up. If they didn't respect Avery for his leadership, they now knew of his ability to sink a knife into their necks faster than they could react. Avery was no longer some butt boy forced to whore out for money and appeasement. He was respected, and a big part of him found it hard to wrap his mind around it.

Bogrum seemed eager to ask so Avery wouldn't disappoint, not that he wanted to decline anyways. "Accepted," Avery said without hesitation. "I accept the role." Luckily, Avery hadn't finished unloading all of his stuff yet because he was about to transfer into the Co-Captain's quarters, which should be a bigger room. "I thank you for warning me in advance and even moreso that you chose me of all people to advise and then lead where needed." Avery was far from an extrovert, the center of attention was NOT where he wanted to be. In fact, if he wanted to conduct special ops, the Co-Captain position was exactly where he SHOULDN'T be.......... but if Bogrum wanted him to be the right hand, Avery would step away from the shadows and stand in full light in front of the crew

The Search for The Crossguard Begins

Spoiler: Bounty Information

Mission: Bounty- The Crossguard

Wanted for gross larceny. We seek the return of important silks and metals crucial to efforts in the name of Warlord Sheris as she campaigns against Grioles

Captain: Alfred "Bones" Reed (Wanted Alive or Dead)
Ship: The Crossguard (Optional)
Bounties: Boxes of silk, barrels of oil, all firearm weaponry, all stores of metal ore
Location: En route between Grov Strax and Grioles

Reward: 5,000 GC, 130% selling price of all non-metal bounties returned, 150% price of all metal ore bounties returned, 2,000 GC for the head of Captain Reed OR 4,000 GC for the secure capture of Captain Reed
*GC is Gold Coins

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The Ships Get Their Captain

As dusk turned into night, both the Canine and the Hackle gathered their crews. It being the first night after setting sail, it was one of the most dangerous as it was the time that they were closest to a port. A port meant that they had to watch all sides. Like a woman leaving the tavern after a few drinks, a lot of bounty targets were stalked right out of the port. Most bounties got captured within 3 days of leaving a port. It wasn't a stretch to say that going to a port was as much a risk to weigh as any other sailing factor. It could explain why the only port that crews frequented were the coves where most of them accepted bounties in the first place. Coves were the only places where one could expect little to no Royal Navy presence. Andouphe was an especially weird case, being a noble city yet also being a cove. That's because Andouphe was rotted to the core with government corruption. They allowed the pirates to operate so long as they keep their mitts off noble or military spoils

Demestral Asella
The Hackle- Deck​

Standing at the helm of the Canine, with Quincy's massive body wrapped around her, Demi looked out over her crew. "My crew!" she yelled out, voice seeming loud enough to reach the next ship over if not for the constant motion of the ocean absorbing most of it, "We must keep vigilant eye for our brethren in front, and be ready to support as needed. As such, to keep eyes open at all times, the right hand I've chosen is a seasoned killer who can navigate the night. She will be my co-captain effective immediately. Treat her with disrespect at your own risk......... and it's not MY wrath you'll need to fear. VALAINE AUVREY!! Front and center!"

The whoops and hollers of the crew shattered the night. The crew, being well fed, well rested, sexually satisfied, and slightly buzzed since it was after dinner, were in a very good mood this evening, and it helped that Valaine, while kind of feared, was well respected. That, and the orcs were cheering the loudest anyways.

Vala took center stage and Demi stepped back into Quincy to let her speak. Vala waited for the cheers to die down. "LISTEN UP," she declared, "For all you new blood, I am Valaine Auvrey. I will be upfront: I am a Vampire." A little bit of chatter, "Yes, that bloodsucking species you all know and love to misunderstand. Let me get a few things out the way:

1. Yes I drink blood
2. No, I have no plans to drink any of your blood unless you offer it to me in a glass.
3. Yes, I like to kill and drink the blood of my enemies
4. Yes you should all be grateful that I choose to drink the blood of our enemies, because as you can see from my size, I like blood a bit more than the average Vampire
5. Finally, NO I will not keep myself, my blood drinking, or my vampiric nature a secret. Ask away, but if you come at me with disrespect, it will not end well. Captain Demestral is the merciful one here

Now, I specialize in domination. My orcs SOUND OFF!" Sound off the orcs did. Like seeing their chieftain reign supreme at the top of a mound of bodies, the orcs cheered like they were laying eyes on their god. "We're heavy, we're strong. We will own every room we walk into. If we cannot walk the gangplank to the enemy ship, we will throw ourselves across and leave our mark as a hole in their flimsy floor." Vala's eyes started glowing red as what Demi could only describe as rising bloodlust took hold of her. "Prisoners have another word under my leadership: FOOD. If they're not a VIP, they will die. You will all loot their food, equipment, gold, alcohol. Then when you all leave, I will loot their blood."

"Know this: I am as transparent a leader as I am a fighter. I've no need to lie to any of you. I am Valaine Auvrey." There was not a hint of relent in her voice, nor a shred of hesitation in telling the crew upfront that she would be harvesting the bodies of their enemies, the thing Demi wanted her to NOT do in front of the crew. "Who I am, my motives, and my nature are not to be hidden. I may walk in the night, but I walk under the moonlight, not the shadows........... WE FEAST ON THEIR BLOOD!" she suddenly shrieked savagely.
"BUST DOWN THEIR DOORS!!" The orcs called back. Despite the orcs being the only ones making this warcry, it felt like half the ship
"WE ARE BLOODHOUNDS!" Vala hissed
"SMELL THEIR FEAR" they finished
"ONLY BLOOD!"
"AND THEIR LOOT!" They sounded ravenous, like Vala put them under a vampiric spell and they were ready to charge in to drink their fill

The interesting thing to note here to Demi was that this chant was Vala saying what SHE wanted to do, and the orcs responding in full agreement yet responding differently. It wasn't a clash of values. It was a show of mutual acknowledgement. She cared for blood, they cared for loot, yet there was never a clashing of values. Demi wondered how Vala was able to command these orcs. It was apparent now. The orcs allowed her to lead them not because she was stronger, but because she could lead them to glory and loot while having very little vested interest in that same loot. It wouldn't be a stretch to say that if she led her own crew, her co-captain took a bigger cut than her. All because she didn't care about such things

Did Demi just hire a bulldog?

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Sebas Deadeye
The Canine- Deck​

Meanwhile on The Canine, Sebas called together the crew and they moved quickly. Courtesy of him being some of their former captain, there was quick movement. With feet back sailing the seas instead of the skies, the comfort kicked in. Sebas honestly didn't want to sail the skies anymore. He would take sailing the Null Sea over sailing the skies again. Maybe it was a product of his being a servant of the Goddess. Children of the sea didn't really do that well with heights. Ora couldn't really look out over the clouds without getting sick. Lostro was fine because she had 9 heads stabilizing her perception. Then again, Lostro was too much of a wild card to ever compare when it came to normalcy

The crew were all waiting in anticipation. The Canine was the one that could actually engage in festivities. It was on the Caboose to watch from the rear for potential stalkers from the port. The Canine was the scout ahead and the fastest of the ship. The Caboose was the scout from the rear and the heavier armed of the two. Sebas kept the crew waiting for festivities so they could drink into the night after Bogrum made his announcement. As a result, despite the fact that they were in a jolly good mood to be back on the normal sea tackling a normal mission, they had put off dinner for this. That meant their patience was not endless, but it would be a good reception


Bogrum had chosen his co-captain and this would go into effect immediately. Who's gonna be my second boss this time? he thought.
"When do we start?" Lostro asked him, tugging his hand while floating a book in front of herself to read. He would've believed her attention was split if there wasn't one of her snakes looking right at him. The main mouth speaks while the side head listens and the main eyes read
"Whenever Bogrum comes out," Sebas answered, "He's the captain afterall."
"Will he be a good one?"
"If not, I'll kick his ass into a good one," he responded with a chuckle.
"Could I curse him if he's bad?"
"You can curse him if he harms me or your sister." That wouldn't happen. Not on purpose anyways. Bogrum was one of the sensible ones. Power play and breaking up his circle aside, Adonis was smart enough to play it safe and replace Sebas's reckless ass with someone good with playing it safe. It would be on the captain themselves to make the most of it or ruin it by hubris, inexperience, or misinterpreting the intentions behind who he chose. To be honest though, Sebas knew that most of the crew at large wouldn't question too much why Bogrum became the captain
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"Of course!" Bogrum beamed on his end. "You know I don't like surprises any more than you do. So come tonight, we'll make the announcement. Effective then, your role as co-captain begins. Be ready."

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Fergie
The Hackle - Deck​

Fuckin' Valaine was leading the charge under Dems? Things were about to get crazy from here, and Fergie was among those shouting her approval. Vala was a beast in every sense of the word, and coming from Fergie, that could only be a compliment. A predator coexisting with prey, pursing a shared goal, her mere presence demanded respect... unless they wanted on the menu too.

It was a simple fact of nature that people were so damn weird about. Every body on board short of vegans were the very same; they ate the fish of the sea and livestock of the land. Vampires were just a step above them in the food chain. Fear of predators was innate, but judgement was not, and judging a vampire for drinking blood was like judging a bear for catching salmon out of the river. It was a large part of why Fergie treated Mama Bear no differently than how she treated fellow "humans". They were all animals, all destined to turn to the same dust they tread upon. And among her fellows, Vala so happened to raise a glass of blood to their wine.

Fergie caught her secretary giving a little more than a dead stare. To her surprise, it wasn't one of wariness.
"I've worked with a vampire," Garret assured her, in turn catching her observation of him. "I take no issue."
She knew the one. That Vespera lass who was ready to kill for her fish friend, or at the very least give a good thrashing. A realization hit her. Damond can't be happy about this. Fergie didn't give a single shit how that bigoted dickhead felt, but she knew to be grateful that the resident vampires weren't walking among him on the main ship. Adonis had to have gotten his ears chewed out about it by now.

Things were about to get crazy, indeed.

Bogrum Mazoga
The Canine - Deck​

Hungry and eager to begin their night, the crew weren't kept waiting long. Their captain rose to the front, not having to do anything to make his presence known aside from simply being. A height rivaled by few, and with bulk to crush a man's skull between his fingers, yet Bogrum made his announcement with hands clasped behind his back, as if humbled himself to be leading the charge of this crew.

"Good evening to my crew!" he called, orc's voice booming to every corner of the ship. "The sea wind at our backs, and a new quarry in our path. It feels good to be back in business, wouldn't you say?" Hoots of agreement came to no surprise. "While we must be ready to defend the body of this fleet, we the Canine are the maw. We serve as the first line of OFFENSE! The fangs to seep into the hide of our enemies. You know me as the man who defended a city, but you will also be led by the man who defeated a most fearsome foe. Dragon-Slayer Avery Valencia! Come take your place as co-captain!"


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